I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner." He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.

The attitude of, I will never self-publish, coming from any author, indicates that they have never been in a position where it is their only option.

If we truly seek diversity in fiction, we have to let the needs of others come before our need to define ourselves as social justice allies.

No one's place in this world is guaranteed. Not everyone is going to get a happy ending. But life isn't about how it ends. It's about the moments between. It's about the small things. The way our loved ones laugh. The sight of a butterfly in the sunlight after a year or two in the darkness. The love and support of an old friend. They might not be with us in body, but they are with us in spirit. ... Because every day, on this planet, people are born and people die and stranger things happen.(Armintrout, All Souls' Night, 367)

I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner." He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.

I have to go. I have a finite amount of life left and I don't want to spend it arguing with you.

It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.